Ge. Come foorth and cheere these plaines—
(And both sing this together when they have sung it single.)
Sil. The wood-mans Love
Ge. And Lady of the Swaynes.
Enter Eurymine_.
Faire Forester and lovely shepheard Swaine,
Your Carrolls call Eurymine in vaine,
For she is gone: her Cottage and her sheepe
With me, her brother, hath she left to keepe,
And made me sweare by Pan, ere she did go,
To see them safely kept for Gemulo.
(They both looke straungely upon her, apart each from other.)
Ge. What, hath my Love a new come Lover than?
Sil. What, hath my mistresse got another man?
Ge. This Swayne will rob me of Eurymine.